"Oh, I see, no wonder I was photographed, it turned out that this Proud Sword Sect still set up such a strange prohibition, well! Presumably my sisters have also gone to the Proud Sword Sect, and it just so happens that I am too, so let's ...... together by the way" Waiting for the female monk to explain, Zhang Mojun knew that the Proud Sword Sect stipulated that within a radius of two miles from their sect, no sword was allowed to fly, otherwise it would be a disappointment with the Proud Sword Sect.

The women felt that Zhang Mojun did not have any bad intentions, and he was not far from the Proud Sword Sect, so they followed him. Not long after walking, through the thick fog, the true face of the Proud Sword Sect was presented in front of everyone's eyes, which made Zhang Mojun's eyes really light up. I had never seen such a magnificent building, and I was shocked for a while.

The Proud Sword Sect occupies a circle of several thousand meters, surrounded by cliffs and cliffs outside, and the inside are stone houses built of some huge marbles, only a few dozen meters high, the size of a small mountain, and the boulder wall is engraved with a white-haired old man, holding a big sword, is concentrating on swinging, some split, some chop, some sweep, in short, the stone house wall is the picture of an old man......

"Hmm!what's going on?" As soon as he entered the Shibi Gate of the Proud Sword Sect, Zhang Mojun suddenly felt that he was being targeted by something, and even his internal organs felt that he had been seen by the other party, and he suddenly exclaimed in his heart. Then I thought about it, and it became clear that there was a master who was investigating his identity. Sure so, a smile appeared on his face.

He believed very much in his Demon Nine Soul Technique, as long as he carried the silk thread in the dantian for a few weeks and reversed, he would already have the breath of a righteous path monk present outside his body, and there was no trace of demonic energy at all, so he believed that even if he was the person with the highest cultivation, he would only look at him as a righteous path monk of the ** level of Heroic Soul cultivation, and he would not see that he was an authentic demon cultivator.

Good and evil have always been mortal enemies, and when they see that they don't fight to the death, they are also scarred. Although the Proud Sword Sect is also at the head of the six major sects in the continent, and there are many masters, it is only a position among the righteous path monks, and in the evil demon and demon path, there are also many sects that can sit on an equal footing with them, so they don't dare to be careless.

Coupled with Tianxiang, it is a recognized beauty in the mainland, and people, beasts and demons all want to marry private. Now that they are so powerful, they are also worried that some demon cultivators will come to rob them, so they are very vigilant, and send many masters to hide on the side of the stone gate, investigate in detail, and do not allow a demon cultivator to sneak in.

"I'm fork! In such a big place, there are formations everywhere, where is the little girl hiding in Tianxiang, and how did I find her, master. Zhang Mojun's divine sense swept around, and found that there were places everywhere that the divine sense could not detect, and knew that those were all formations, which could isolate the divine sense. "Boy, if you enter my faction, just be honest, don't let your divine sense come out and look around, otherwise you will become an idiot. ”

When Zhang Mojun was thinking about something, his consciousness had not yet been withdrawn, and a person's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, followed by a burst of pain. Gritting his teeth and holding back, he didn't scream, and in just a moment, he had endured half of his sweat, and when the pain subsided, a woman in her twenties walked in front of them.

"Welcome a few fellow Daoists, you all come with me, wait at the training ground I sent first, I will send the third young master to hold a wedding tomorrow, and the selection of Yahuan will start tomorrow. Without waiting for Zhang Mojun and the others to ask, the woman spoke first, "Well, okay! Then there will be this Taoist friend Lao to lead the way." The eldest of the ladies replied.

"Damn, this Proud Sword Sect is really domineering, not only does it not allow people to fly, but even a divine sense is forbidden to be released, which is really unpleasant. After two trainings, Zhang Mojun is really old, and he doesn't dare to say anything about it when he suffers, he only complains secretly in his heart, he is not stupid, now his cultivation is low, and he can't go away with those masters, and he is the only one who suffers.

The Proud Sword Sect is at the head of the six major factions of the righteous path, this time to invite all the monks to congratulate, of course, will not treat everyone lightly, the reason why the first people to wait in the training ground, that is, on the stone walls around the training ground, there are many ancient predecessors left calligraphy and paintings, some are epiphany in the realm, some are breakthroughs in the moves, in short, there are a lot of pictures, and these are very profound, very few people can understand it.

The Proud Sword Sect did this, firstly, to let many monks understand that the name of his Proud Sword Sect was not in vain, and it was inviolable for masters back then. The second is to tell everyone that his Proud Sword Sect is not some selfish sect, as long as you follow him, there are benefits to be taken, I am afraid that you will not be able to understand it if you have not enough to understand it.

They are so magnificent, and they dedicate this kind of treasure to everyone to comprehend, because they don't know how many spring and autumn years they have been here to comprehend, and now they have only realized its skin, they don't believe that everyone can realize it in just a few days, so they are so refreshing......

"Ah! It's such a big training ground, I didn't expect that there would be so many people who came than my master, grandma's, are these monks more anxious than my master, well! Many people can't see the cultivation, it's really a master, mother's ......" entered the training ground Zhang Mojun kept grunting in his heart.

What appeared in front of them was a large field that occupied a circle of several hundred meters, and the ground did not know what kind of stone was covered, and the whole was connected into a piece, and there was no trace of contact, only shallow sword marks were left on it, but the outside was a ten-meter-high stone wall, with a variety of paintings painted on it, and at this moment there were many monks gathered on the ground, each of whom did not speak, and they all looked like they were contemplative.

If you are interested, you can go to the enlightenment, of course, if you are not interested, you can also meditate on the side, but don't speak loudly in it, so as not to disturb the understanding of others, and hurt each other's harmony. The woman from the Proud Sword Sect took Zhang Mojun and the others to the venue, and after saying this, she turned around and left.

As soon as he heard that it was a profound classic, Zhang Mojun's eyes lit up, regardless of the fact that the women were still a little stunned, he first flashed and looked along the wall, the first picture of the inner eye was a white-bearded old man, lying and sleeping on a big stone, with a Erlang leg cocked, a small stone under the back of his head, his left hand was empty on his stomach, and his right hand was holding a red gourd above his head.

The mouth of the gourd tilted down slightly, dripping a few drops of steaming liquor, but the old man closed his eyes tightly, opened his big mouth and picked it up below. Beside the old man there was a branch sticking out, on which there were more than a dozen yellowish leaves, two of which were blown down in the air by the wind. There was also a small bird standing on the branch, and the bird stretched out its little neck, stared at the old man below, and stared at the old man below.

"Grass! What a tattered book, just an old man who can't be blown to death by the wind, drinking tasteless stuffy wine. It's still a profound classic, and you have to understand it one or two, one or two, one or two forks, one or two. Its grandmother's dead witch actually used these gadgets to make everyone happy. After looking at it for a long time, Zhang Mojun couldn't figure out what the above meant, and he was angry for a while, and he scolded loudly.

"You little scratcher, you don't know what to do, get out of the way, don't come here to disturb the old Tao's enlightenment. As soon as Zhang Mojun spoke, he felt that his body was light, and he fell to the side with a bang. At this time, the words of an old man sounded in his head, and when he looked at it, he found that it was an old man not far from him......

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